Post by ✖ Ilyich on Mar 5, 2011 10:49:29 GMT -5
Three to four day's walk east of Windclan territory lay a never ending swath of grasses, some of which rise high over even the largest of toms. Within this forest of grass and it's small spread out groupings of trees exists a tribe long ago detached from the mountainous Tribe of Rushing Water. In long forgotten times this faction split from their soaring brothers in defiance of a leader whom had too hard a paw. Placing themselves within this tide of green they have become separate and have lost their past entirely. It is within their rocky alcove of a camp that Lionclan first found peace, and a place to recuperate. Now the clan cats have found a place outside of their kind neighbor's territory to call their own. Being a relatively separate group of individuals the Tribe is currently very concerned about Lionclan's hopes to battle for their home back. Many a tribe cat wants to help them in this conquest, and many do not want any part of it.